Under the twilight of despair, the Dark Empire was quietly gestating, and Xuan Ye was like a forgotten star, rising quietly among the ruins and silence. He is not a born king, but a lonely traveler chosen by fate - with poetic indifference, he listens to the pain of all living beings and weaves the scars of the past into a flowery garment that lights up the night sky. The power of the empire is like quicksand. Xuan Ye longs to control it, but is afraid of being swallowed up. He dances with his closest enemy, and every confrontation of tactics is as silent as falling snow, but it accumulates into ice in the bottom of his heart. The core of the story is how Xuanye wanders between power, emotion and self-salvation: he longs to reshape the decaying earth with beauty and order, but has to bury the best things with his own hands. When the glory of the empire turned into the last remaining candle, Xuan Ye searched for the exit of his soul in the grand destruction. The beautiful words weave a symphony of darkness and hope, leading readers through the ruins and witnessing the blooming and withering of a soul.
